Stick Around
©2020 Garrett Clevenger
Fm riff Bobby sank the eight ball,
Fm riff a bank shot off the five
Fm riff into the side pocket. That’s
Eb how he felt alive.
Fm riff The next player racked ‘em up.
Fm riff Bobby took a drink.
Fm riff He lined up to break the balls but
Eb stumbled by Betty’s wink.
Ab Eb Db Staring down the other end: the most stunning lady.
Ab Eb Db He whiffed the break when Betty said, “I like the way you play.
Ab Eb Db “Your stick control is magical. You always get ‘em in.
Gb Bb “If you beat me honestly then
you can be my man.”
Fm riff She tapped in a solid and
Fm riff two more after that.
Fm riff Betty purred seductively
Eb like a pussycat.
Fm riff Bobby blushed and lost focus.
Fm riff The six ball she popped in.
Fm riff His arm she stroked with her shaft and
Eb said, “I’m just startin’.”
Ab Eb Db Bobby wanted nothing less than bring her home that night.
Ab Eb Db He watched her strike the five ball in and started feeling fright.
Ab Eb Db She slipped and knocked the cue ball off under a sly smile.
Gb Bb Torturing her victims was Betty’s wicked style.
Fm riff Bobby chalked his cue tip and
Fm riff said, “I’m comin’ for you.”
Fm riff He missed an easy shot
Eb all due to the view.
Fm riff The one and the seven, she
Fm riff sunk one by one.
Fm riff Her last solid was nailed with force. Betty
Eb said, “That was fun.”
Ab Eb Db She pointed to the eight ball hanging on the hole.
Ab Eb Db Bobby felt his stocking filling up with lumps of coal.
Ab Eb Db They burned away when she scratched and laid her cue stick down.
Gb Bb “You may not have won honestly but Bobby stick around.
Gb Bb “Every guy bumps my stick. Cheaters makes me frown.
Gb Bb “I can tell you’ve got control. Bobby let’s go pound.”
Gb Bb Stick around.
Gb Bb Tables turn. Stick around.
Gb Bb Stick around.
Jam
Gb Bb Stick around. Stick around.
Gb Bb Tables turn. Stick around.
Gb Ab Stick around. Tables turn.
Bb Stick around.